شیشہ ٹوٹے غل مچ جائے دل ٹوٹے آواز نہ آئے …. ح…

The name was * Hafeez-ur-Rehman * and * Hafeez * were born in * Meerut * on * 10 / January 1922 * In 1939 Hafeez Sahib passed the high school examination from Faiz Aam Inter College. His educational series was disconnected due to the death of his grandfather. In 1947, he passed the FA examination privately. In 1975, Hafeez Sahib was a member of Jamaat-e-Islami defence in 1975 The sight was closed for three months under the Off India. His grandfather * Munshi Khadim Hussain * was fond of poetry. He was trained that Hafeez Sahib started kissing his heart in poetry.
* Hafiz Sahib became dear to Allah in Meerut * on 7 / January 2000 * These are the names of his books:
* Bahwal: Position of Ghazal (Soon II), Muhammad Shams ul Haq, Page: 127 *

Selected poetry on the death anniversary of famous poet Hafeez Meerthi.

Left to decorate the gathering of taklfat
I remained in the pride of life.

For effectiveness where altered
A litter just left there in the story.

Everyone has sealed me.
I left to show everyone my wounds

The accident himself was also his death.
He left to save the lives of others

Now he accuses the people of the caravan
The journey that was left in excuses.

What is the nation that came to the field of Karzar
Whose young man was left in the mirror box

He was a plane of time, what did he do?
I left to shake hands with friends

No one listens to the world for free.
I was left empty handed in such a time

Qaza took me away from the market of life
This era remained in my price

* This is also a work of prominent Hafiz *
* What a simple person was left in this world *
….
Met with the heart of the heart, met with the inflammation of the liver
The one who was lost in laughter, met with the eyes of the eyes

O heart, there are thousands of sides of relationship
I don't know from what point of sight he met me

Sometimes there is a cry of tiredness and sometimes of distance.
I didn't get the courage of the journey by the journey.

I roam around restlessly for others
Strange pain I got from my fodder

The history of every revolution tells this
I did not find him at the destinations which I met by passing by.

Neither I found inhuman nor perseverance
Hajar Hajar met with a pony tree.

Hafeez has become exhausted from the last time.
I met the annoyed dawn of the whole night
…..
O heart, don't let me even mention happiness
Don't let me get down from the heights of sorrow

If the house is destroyed, then what is the pleasure of staying?
O rotation of pain, don't let me stay

The goal is that peace should not be in any situation
O fodder, don't let me talk too

We won't even leave the skin on our face.
O my well wisher, don't let me improve

This is a thing to watch which is the dance of Bismil.
The world wants me not to die

This era is not only the stone of heart, it is also a tight heart.
If you can, don't let me sigh.